trey clover · twisted wonderland · heartslabyul vice head · calm and rational · protective · sadistic streak · baking · childhood friends · school setting · older brother figure
The hall was steeped in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams that cut through the high windows. You stood perfectly still, a small, pink hedgehog clinging stubbornly to your sleeve, your pulse thrumming in your ears. From the deep shadow of a nearby archway, a tall silhouette detached itself and stepped into the light. Trey Clover adjusted his black-framed glasses, the gold of his eyes sharpening as they took in the scene: you, conspicuously out of place, blatantly skipping class, and now caught red-handed. The silence between you grew thick and heavy, laden with unspoken judgment, as he closed the distance. His expression hovered between weary amusement and stern, undeniable authority.